“Hey Endley, buck up. Its already 9 and we have not entered the gate. You know what is happening in the institute . Can’t you see that Bamba and Chhota are way ahead of us”, I shouted while returning from Mahajan Juice Corner on lazy Nath Endley a.k.a. Vinay Nath Endley. “oooooaaaaan”, mewed Vinay in his favourite tone while Bamba and Shashank were still appreciating taste of ‘full fry”. Enjoying Egg party became the favorite past-time for four of us. The corner table became the eccentricity of our happiness, our sad stories, latest crushes, teasing Endley by “anonymous” name and hell lot of PJs and killers, a complete entertainment pack like Indian movie.
But, many things have changed for this institute since last semester. The lush green campus has been cemented by construction cell. BOD-BOD is the favorite game of administration now (students are advised to keep their I-Cards even during bathe so that they can be recognized easily), attendance in boys hostel and two sad demises changed the faces of all. Still, life never comes to halt.
At the moment, we stepped into gate 1 , shouted shashank,” aah it feels like we have stepped back into hell again before time.” Bamba smirked and we started moving towards our favorite spot in campus. Gate 1 par ‘chai’. “Uncle,4 chaa deya”, Endley started his irritating song. He took 25 seconds to yell these four words! “Aye, is bar Hill ‘ffair ki team dekhi?” I exclaimed with frustration in eyes. “Can’t we discuss something interesting, dear friends”, Endley quoted in irritating voice. There was a deadly silence throughout tea party as if name of Hill ‘ffair 2010 was bearing some effect of anesthesia.
We started walking back towards the hostel with overloaded stomach. Then, Shashank made a very vibrating noise. Bamba shouted “, I ve not done this” as if institute is going to impose BOD on him for this unintentional blast. The clouds of laughter filled the dead valleys of NIT-H. Time passed so quickly during these dramas and khapps that in no time we were in front of Parvati Girls Hostel.
“Hullo people”, shouted Endley in loudest of his voice”. “Saale Endley, dekh lia kar aage peeche, tera HOD tere sar pe hai”. I growled because our worthy HOD was standing just behind Endley. Endley started running at best of his pace. “Ah! Bahut bhaag lia, now daddy will sleep”, Endley removed his shoes and adjusted himself in flat position on bench lying in front of Director’s residence. “Endley khada ho yaar faculty aa rahi hai saamne se”. “oooaan”, yelled Endley. “We am going, tu pada reh yahan”. We 3 started walking towards Neelkanth and Endley did not bother to follow us. He waked up and started walking towards us at remarkable speed of 5km/day.
“lets enjoy some lassi.”, Manu said in very happy voice. We grabbed some packets of lassi and laid down in the garden of Nescafé as if some non-sober personalities are enjoying the dogs licking their faces. Chachu came closer to us and looked us with this much of suspicion as if we are committing a crime if we are enjoying time in NIT-H. After spending a few hours in laziest of moods we sat ourselves on final walk towards the gloomy hostel. The very same hostel which is very beautiful from outside and hollow from inside- “The Giant NKBH” .The 4 hour long walk through NIT-H campus brought back the reminiscence of beautiful days of first year when I was happy from Heart but now I pretend to be…..
The names of Dignitaries are to be spoken of in Hushed tones bro, who knows, what all kind of people go through this article.
ReplyDeleteAnd as you said BOD is like the game, sort of catch catch. You have to catch it if its thrown at you. If you don't BOD, and if you do, BOD yet again.
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